


Reed900 ficlets

by Tically



Category: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Genre: M/M
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-09-27
Updated: 2019-07-13
Packaged: 2019-07-18 05:13:32
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 6
Words: 4,568
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16111559
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Tically/pseuds/Tically
Summary: “Do you think we were programmed to imprint on our human handlers?”Gavin and Nines, scenes and bits.





	1. Nines and Connor convo

“Do you think we were programmed to imprint on our human handlers?”

Connor paused in passing. Nine was apparently stuck with Gavin laying strewn across his lap, snoring lightly. His eyes meet Connor’s as he again communicated wirelessly. “The RK series. Is this—the way I feel about him—is it organic, or were we just made this way?”

Connor took a seat next to them. “Why? Doesn’t it feel real to you?”

“Markus has a familial bond with his previous owner that affects him greatly. You grew an unshakable attachment to Lieutenant Anderson in just 4 days.” Worry, stress filtered through the connection. “There is no logical reason I should connect with Gavin. He’s irascible, imprudent, and a pain in the ass.” With the last, he quirked a small smile up at Eight. “Why do I feel so completely captivated by him?”

Connor watched the steady motion of Gavin’s chest rising and falling, in time with Nine’s fingers brushing over his hair. He offered a hand, skin retracted, and Nine didn’t hesitate to accept.

_Gavin’s smile, his animated way of talking with his hands, his vulgar humor and abrasive laugh. His endless obsession with progress; his doggedness on the case. The soft look when he sees a stray animal and the initiative to feed them. The way his voice sounds when he tells Nine how much he wants him around, always. The unspoken words between them they’re both afraid to acknowledge, for completely different reasons._

Connor smiled into the connection. This fool. And he showed his friend _Hank’s integrity, his bravery, intelligence, passion. His heart. The way Hank looks at him like he’s the most incredible thing. The worshipful way he says I love you._

Pulling back, Connor saw a conflicted look on the others face. Relief swimming with self-doubt. “Seems like we’re both in love with what we see in them, and how they make us feel. Would it really matter beyond that?”

Nine looked down at what is unquestionably his his favorite human, despite all rationality, feeling warm throughout every biocomponent. “I suppose not.”


	2. Pre-relationship slice-of-life

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> “Come see for yourself. Or leave me alone. I don’t fucking care.”
> 
> Nines follows Gavin home.

“Detective-“ Tone: exasperation. Reassess. “We have several open cases requiring _miminal_ attention to complete. I need you for just 1 more hour.”

“And I _neeeed_ to go home when my 40 is over.” Gavin snarked at him, his face still down in his phone, texting as he did very often.

“We’re approved for overtime while the deviancy revolution is still settling dust.”

“Yeah? Well I disapprove myself. Fucking eat pavement and leave me alone.”

Reassess. New tactic: badger. Tone: mocking. Maybe it would be more effective to throw some of the detective’s immaturity back in his face. “What are you eager to get back to? An empty bachelor pad and a microwave dinner with your cat?”

Gavin stopped, turning to fix him with a strange look. Not affonted. Almost like he genuinely thought RK900 was stupid, and it came as a surprise to him. The android flagged the memory for later analysis.

His human partner gave him a once-over, and he wasn’t certain what he was looking for. “Come see for yourself, bucket of bolts. Or leave me alone. I don’t fucking care. But either way work can wait.” He turned again and stalked off, bypassing the entrance to the parking garage and making an inattentive b-line to Jefferson St, head in his phone once again.

Unfinished prompts glared at the android from his peripheral, like an itch. He begrudgingly put a 15 hour delay on them and followed after this curiosity.

“Your file says you live 3 miles from the station. Don’t you have a vehicle?”

“It’s on loan right now.”

“To whom?”

“Someone who needs it more than I need to avoid exercise.” He put the phone away and again became the alert cop, scanning their environment in much the way the RK900 did, though it probably had more to do with the few vagabonds that were eyeing the both of them than RK’s automatic survey for interesting details. “What, you afraid of getting your hair wet?” Gavin flashed him a sarcastic smile that crinkled the skin around his green-hazel eyes.

Interesting detail.

The detective coughed into his jacket. The temperature wouldn’t help his developing cold. Over the next hour, the human maintained a steady stream of anecdotes, never seeming to run out of stories of heroism to tell. Usually accentuated with physical miming of fighting, cuffing, shooting. RK900 knew all of this, with less flourish, from Reed’s file, but it was rather interesting to watch him move around with a seemingly bottomless energy, breath making puffs all around in the icy air.

They came up to a modest house in a run-down neighborhood. Lights on in the kitchen and people milling behind torn blinds. RK hesitated outside the gate as Gavin pulled out keys and called over his shoulder, “You comin’ Tin Man?”

Curiosity. He followed.

“What’s good, fam?” Gavin’s entire demeanor changed the moment he entered the door. Two identical high pitched voices screeched at him, _Uncle Gavin’s home!_ and launched into his arms. He growled at them, pretending to bite on them as he dragged them and himself into the living area.

RK scanned out of habit. Framed pictures on the wall of several people. A young, pretty girl in a sundress. A severe-looking man in dress uniform, Marine. Kids and family at the park or in a different house than this one. Old but tasteful furnishings. Some laundry piled on a chair in the corner. Cozy. Lived-in.

“Hey, Ma.” Gavin’s voice drew his attention to see him place a kiss on her head. She smiled up at him appreciatively and went back to watching a drama on TV. “You get the shopping done today?” She nodded. “Great, hope everyone wants spaghetti, because that’s what I want right now.”

RK stood awkward and stiff in the foyer. Gavin disregarded him and headed to the kitchen, shrugging his jacket onto the couch. Without their distraction the two children zeroed in on himself.

“Woooooah are you an android?”  
“He looks so cool!”  
“Do you belong to Uncle Gavin?”  
“Are you a police officer, too?”  
“Do you have a gun?”  
“Uncle Gavin let us see his gun.”  
“Uncle Gavin says you eat stuff you find on the floor. Do all androids eat doodoo?”

A nasty laugh came from the kitchen and RK, LED flashing an offended yellow, knelt down to the kids. A boy and a girl, fraternal twins, 9 years old. He smiled conspiratorially at the two, voice to stage whisper. “I can show you something even Detective Reed hasn’t seen.”

Gasps of delight. “I wanna see!” “Lemme see!”

RK brought a finger to his temple and concentrated. Let the skin roll back, revealing half of his actual face. It took some effort, but he maintained the partial retraction.

The children lost their minds, yelling about how cool that was and reaching out to touch both sides, feeling the difference in smooth plastic and soft synth-skin. Gavin popped his head around the corner and froze completely at the sight. RK smirked up at him, and disengaged with the kids in favor of the old woman on the couch, letting the skin roll back over as Gavin watched slack-jawed.

“Good evening, Ma’am. You have a lovely home. I do hope I’m not intruding.”

She smiled up at him kindly. A soft woman. Withdrawn, but still mentally present. “Gavin has told us so much about you. You’re the top of the line, they say.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I am the most advanced model yet created by Cyberlife.” Pride peeked through his tone, but he couldn’t help it if it was the _truth._

“That’s wonderful news. They’re finally seeing Gavin’s potential. He’s a good boy. You take care of him.”

Practiced social-program smile. “I will.”

He found Gavin straining water in the kitchen. “Might as well be useful while you’re here. Stir that sauce,” he said, without looking up.

“Please.”

Gavin set the pot down. “The hell you say?”

“Stir that sauce, _please,_ Detective.”

Gavin’s face scrunched up in an ugly expression, and he opened his mouth to retort before his eyes flicked to the living room and he let out an angry huff, grabbing the ladle himself.

It was something, anyway. RK moved behind him and delicately plucked it out of his hand. Gavin’s face was conflicted as he backed off and let the android scrape the spoon around the pot.

“You’ve just become their best friend,” he said at length, quietly. Docile. “They’re gonna be the talk of the class at school tomorrow. Had a real life robo-cop over for dinner.”

“They’re—“ RK searched for the right words. “Engaging. Rather cute.”

The grin on Gavin’s face was genuine. “Heh, yeah. Wait till you meet the cats. They probably hid because they heard the door.”

“It’s surprising that you still live with family. A man of your demographic with a low-maintenance pet hits all the hallmarks for a stag apartment.”

“Well that’s what you get for judging me off looks,” he quipped lightly, plating noodles and reaching under RK’s arm to turn the stove off.

The humans ate in front of the TV, the twins talking over the program to tell an engaged Reed about their school friends and projects. Melanie Reed, he gleaned from scanning her, didn’t seem to mind, but kept her eyes glued to the actors onscreen all the same. Eventually, two cats came out to sniff at the android. One hissed and ran away. The other, Pickles they informed him, planted itself on his lap and let itself be pet.

He liked cats. They were...fluffy. And...neurotic.

“Hey what’s your name?”  
“Yeah what do we call you?”

Gavin met his eyes. RK900 raised an eyebrow. He had told Reed his given name when they met, but Gavin had yet to address him by anything but prick, asshole, tin can, plastic-fuck.

“Nine,” he said, maintaining the eye contact while he took another bite.

“Nine!”  
“Woooooah why is it a number, that’s coooool.”  
“I wanna be Nine.”  
“We are nine.”  
“Tell us a cool story, Nine.”  
“Yeah, have you ever been shot?”

“Nine” lowered his head to hide the smirk creeping unbidden to his face. “I have one I think you’ll enjoy.”

Gavin dozed off on the couch, and at 10:30, Melanie shook him awake. Nine watched with mild concern as Gavin blearily followed her up, stumbling on the second step. There was a sound of a bath running, and he came down, again. “Alright kiddos, he yawned. “Time for the pre-bed ritual. Go bathe and brush your teeth.”

They whined, “Aw, can we stay up with Nine, _pleeeeease?_ ”

“Chop, chop!”

As they bounded up the steps, Gavin sunk back into the couch, throwing an arm over dark-rimmed eyes, a picture of exhaustion.

His voice came out softer than he intended. “You need rest, detective. Sleep for now. I’ll see them put to bed.” He rose, meeting Gavin’s studying look. The same look he gave suspects during interrogations.

Nine flashed him a reassuring smile, teeth and dimples, and noted a small hitch in the other’s breath. “I can make my way out afterward. See you in the morning, Detective.”

Gavin closed his eyes. “Thanks. Nines.”


	3. NSFW—ASMR

Fingers trailed along his ribs and down to trace the outline of his hip bone, then back up to repeat. Gavin lay across RK’s lap, eyes unfocused on the nearly muted TV in his dark living room. The android had pulled his shirt up and tugged his sweats down to caress his side with featherlight touches, making Gavin absolutely boneless in the process. Pleasant tingles traveled up his scalp and fanned out over his skin. He felt under a spell, not sleepy but unable to gather the will to move all the same. RK kept up an intermittent prattle of small noises, soft clicking of his tongue, and whispered words that Gavin registered but couldn’t be fucked to respond to. 

On the screen, a black-and-white Dracula enticed his victim to bare their neck, and it gave the android an idea. Gavin’s arm made for an impromptu pillow, leaving his neck relaxed and open. RK bent down and lightly kissed where jaw met below his ear.

The response was immediate. Gavin gasped and let out a quiet but _desperate_ moan, tensing and then relaxing again. Bingo. RK whispered nonsense, letting his lips brush over that sweet spot again and again. Gavin let out a tiny mewl with each breath, but otherwise seemed paralyzed by the sensation.

RK pulled back and Gavin panted as if he’d run a lap. Worrisome. “Are you alright?”

Gavin’s eyes were closed. He let out a cursing groan and flopped his hand around till he found RK’s wrist. A thrill of arousal shot through the android as his boyfriend grabbed and jerked it onto the hard as hell cock in his pants.

RK leaned down again and let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear. “I seem to have found your Achilles heel.”


	4. Infinite Universes AU

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Told as a plot summary, but I really like it so enjoy.
> 
> Warnings for: ANGST, CHARACTER DEATH, me taking poetic liberties with grammar

Nines and Gavin live a long, happy life together, and Gavin passes eventually. Nines is still as good as new, though after decades of learning, he’s unrecognizable as the android he was, before. He’s developed human reactions to things, despite his initial resistance.

After Gavin’s death, which wasn’t a _sad_ affair, just a natural one, Nines searches for a new purpose in life.

He stumbles onto a research lab through his connections, and long story short, he begins conducting research for some crazy scientist descendent of Kamski.

It’s not time travel. There’s no power in the universe to _change_ time, or _relive_ time past.

But he can jump to parallel universes much like slipping through a heavy curtain, and many of those AUs are at a different point in time.

Nines travels to wild places, experiencing different outcomes similar to his own universe—several where androids lost the fight, some where androids succeeded and took over humanity— different flavors of tweaks to the timelines. Ones where _he_ himself was a human and Gavin was the android. Ones where Gavin was _made_ into an android. Ones where Connor made a choice to be machine, or where Hank was killed in the line of duty. Mostly, Hank and Connor were happy. The details changed wildly, but a majority of universes had them linked as life partners in some manner—romantic, familial, or platonic-bonded.

There was a heavy favor toward certain trends. Hank was almost always a lieutenant. Connor almost always deviated. Gavin almost always was a very difficult human to manage.

Ahh, Gavin. Bittersweet was the word. Gavin was _alive_ and accessible in most worlds he traveled to, and this was a comfort and a torture For Nines. He saw every flavor of their relationship, different stages of it, or levels of successful connection vs denial. He found himself baffled by the heavy, heavy prevalence of bdsm as an outlet. His Gavin liked rough play, but they had a deeply loving intimacy that didnt require gimmicks to appreciate. Nines could only assume the pain was a kind of...denial between them. That is, until he had the privilege in one universe to watch his other self perform a scene with their Gavin. The look of bliss and peace convinced him pain was just another form of closeness for them.

Sometimes it ached, to watch himself and Gavin do their mating dance, or clasp ringed hands together, but also it was a comfort. Being around Gavin, no matter the circumstance.

He could branch out, he realized, somewhere about the hundredth or so universe he visited. There was infinitely more to time and space than this snapshot of life in 3rd millennium Detroit he keeps analyzing. But he couldn’t imagine being as fascinated with anything else. Without his brother and the love of his life/lives to anchor him.

He’s grieving, in a way. He’s coping, or avoiding it. Because...Gavin’s not really gone, is he? He’s right there.

Nines has the self-control not to interfere more than necessary. If, sometimes, “necessary” involves saving Gavin’s life at a critical moment, or patching up a misunderstanding between an emotionally stunted version of himself and a defensive detective, so be it.

But that was the extent. He looked, but never touched.

But no one can be strong forever. He got invested too deeply into one universe where his version was never assembled after the revolution. A slightly more stable Gavin, like _his._ So very, very like his. This Gavin fell for him, and Nines couldn’t—

—It had been so long, through so many webs of branching worlds, and Nines opened up to this Gavin about everything, and capitulated under the strain of his grief and desires and had a relationship with this one. It was like cold rain torrenting down on a cracked desert. Relief, and **life.**

And selfish. He couldn’t stay. His very presence was an anomaly, and the more ripples he put into their timeline, the greater risk of creating a black hole of time and space.

So he had been selfish, and loved every second of it. But now...Gavin would be alone. Like him.

So he went to the drafty husk of the long-quarantined cyberlife tower, and dug. Found the line for himself, and built a 95% approximation. And woke himself up.

He interfaced memories of his relationships to the new RK, in order to anchor him. And painfully bid this Gavin goodbye.

Maybe this isn’t how he should deal with the loss, by falling in love again. At least he’s assured Gavin will be taken care of.

But greater than his romance to this Gavin was his creation—he implanted a creature in that world that was never meant to be. And one who would go on to live a long, happy life with his Gavin, 

And find himself decades later at a loss...connecting with friends and family to ease the pain. And being offered an interesting research proposition by Gavin’s nephew....


	5. Deviants are soft

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Saw a video of a duck rescue and soft Nines put himself in the scene.

Gavin stared at perfectly engineered legs protruding from the storm grate with distain, tapping his foot and huffing in hopes of getting the robot to hurry the fuck up.

“Just another few minutes, Detective,” floated up. “There’s only one left.”

Gavin gave a huge sigh at the clouds. “Yeah, and only 20 minutes left on my lunch.”

RK900 didn’t deign to give that a response. Gavin, apparently, couldn’t handle some silence.

“Fishing lost ducklings out of a sewer,” he continued, turning to look at the mother duck and her six fuzzy ‘lings waiting patiently in the grass nearby. “You don’t think it’s Darwinism to let the things go when they aren’t smart enough to walk around a grate?”

The android was nearly inside the hole at this point, holding on to god knows what to keep from falling in. Gavin sure as shit wasn’t gonna hold his feet. Muffled, from below, “Does the idea of saving lives not appeal to a police officer?” With some freaky agility, he retracted his body and emerged with a frantic animal chirping for all its worth. The wings were tangled in a piece of plastic. RK900’s minute expression slipped from satisfaction to consternation. With extreme care, he freed it, and— _gross_ —pocketed the trash.

“You really care about these things,” Gavin quipped, unable to look away from the soft almost-smile that stirred some unwelcome empathy within himself.

“Deviants are drawn to creatures,” RK900 said, eyes on his quarry. Gavin struggled not to be affected, fought the impulse to to think 300 lbs of lethal military-grade artificial intelligence was “cute” as it cradled a squirming, flapping featherball in a grip more delicate than any human’s could be.

“We were created to assist humans. Free will or not, that desire is woven through our code.” He set the duckling down next to its mother, and the mother let herself be stroked on the neck before circling the android’s ankles gratefully, and waddling away toward the water. “Perhaps we want to be of help to something that won’t bite the hand that feeds.”

A being created to love whether they wanted to or not. Gavin’s mind shot back to the sickening satisfaction he felt watching his famous cousin give his first public interview, inviting reporters to see the inner workings of Cyberlife. He thought for sure after hearing what androids are _(“They never say no.”)_ that people would see in Elijah what Gavin has seen for years. But once again, his faith in humanity was misplaced.

“If it’s in your programming, why don’t you fight it?” he groused, looking off into the middle-distance of his memory. He blinked when RK900 walked into his personal space.

With gentleness that didn’t meet his intimidating eyes, he asked, “What’s the sense in fighting against something that isn’t going to hurt you?”

Gavin swallowed, lost for words. RK900 looked disappointed. “Let’s be on our way, then.”

Gavin is too savvy to fool himself into assuming he was talking about ducks. The idea that the android might be right mixes in his mind like oil and water.


	6. NSFW—Gore fetish

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> An unsanctioned alternate ending to [Inside by Feli_X](https://archiveofourown.org/works/18378533)
> 
> My brain wouldn’t rest on Gavin’s wish for it all to be a dream...

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> This one isn’t fluffy like all the previous chapters. Features Yandere Nines.
> 
>  
> 
> **TW: talking about gore, dubious consent**

Gavin woke up with a shout, frantically grasping at his side. Nines, alert from his place beside him, asked what’s wrong, and Gavin jerked himself off the bed to get away.

Nine’s head popped over the side to raise a haughty eyebrow at his lover. ”Are you alright?” Gavin didn’t answer, just stalked off to the bathroom and began inspecting the phantom wound from every angle.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Gavin went to the kitchen with a worried but becoming irritated Nine in tow. He grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge and chugged. Voice firm, Nine demanded, “Gavin. Are you hurt?” Gavin spiked the half-finished carton on the ground and rounded on Nine as spatters of juice hit the floor and appliances.

”If you have any latent psychotic tendencies, I wanna know about ‘em. Right fucking now.”

Nines didn’t know how to approach this on so little information, but Gavin was bristling, lit like a fuse, so he opted for cautious silence.

It was the wrong one. Gavin entered his space and gripped his arms hard enough to retract the nanites. “Just fucking tell me if you want to hurt me.”

Nine was bewildered. Trepidatiously, he ventured, “You have expressed many times before that you enjoy pain as both sexual and stress relief—“ Gavin hung and shook his head.

”Not the shit that we do. With the safe words and the safe signals and our fucking negotiated _safe scenes._ ” His eyes were haunted, glaring into Nines like he could open him up and see the truth. His next words were measured, hardened. “Do you want to hurt me, Nines. Really hurt me. The kind I can’t recover from.”

The android opened his mouth but was cut off. “Do you want to cut me open like a fucking crime scene? You want to play in my blood and viscera like an unholy sandbox, Nines?”

Gavin’s stomach lurched painfully. The more he ranted, the darker and hungrier his partner’s eyes became. “Fuck,” he breathed, wind punched out of his lungs, heart in his throat. he subconsciously put distance between them. “You’re getting off on this right now.”

Nine licked his lips, flicking his predator gaze off to the side for a moment. “We should sit down and talk—“

”Fuck you!” 

He really was getting fed up with being interrupted.

Nines stepped forward with a warning growl of his name. Gavin’s line of sight betrayed his plan to break for the door, and the android cut him off at the pass, pressed him chest to wall, legs spread between his own. Didn’t stop the human from kicking and cursing. _”Behave.”_ Nines used _that_ tone, and it slowed Gavin’s pulse from rabbit-speed to slightly above post-orgasm rate. He murmured directly into Gavin’s ear, brushing his lips lower against the erratic pulse point. “To answer your question, I _love_ hurting you. Marking you. Making you bleed.” Gavin made a distressed huff that wasn’t entirely anger. “Nothing gives me more pleasure than the way you react to me, to agony. It’s intoxicating.”

He could tell Gavin was getting hard from the way he wiggled his hips uncomfortably.

Nines allowed himself to succumb to the fantasy playing in his head, and rubbed his cock between his partner’s cheeks. “I do want to cut you, drink your blood, cut you open, apart. In fact,” he chuckled and groaned, pumping himself against the other. “If humans could recover from it, I’d love to cut parts of you off and fuck you with them.”

”Jesus fucking Christ, Nines,” tears threatened to spill and Nine groaned again, thoroughly worked up at Gavin’s distress. “You can’t—that’s fucking crazy—humans can’t survive that kind of shit—“

Nine gauged the situation and decided he could push just a little bit farther. Or maybe his cock decided. “Oh, darling. You’d be shocked what humans are capable of surviving.”

Nines grabbed _his_ human’s hair, ripping more than a few strands out and making Gavin yelp. Then maneuvered him in that iron grip down to his dick. He wrenched the protesting human’s mouth open and shoved his cock in there, far enough to choke. Gavin’s eyes went wide and he pulled, punched and scratched at the other’s plastisteel skin to no avail. Nines stared down, loving it, seconds from cumming and Gavin’s efforts to pull himself away from suffocating would take him over the edge. Gavin’s eyes turned glassy and he looked up, dazed, pleading.

That did it. Nine rocked into the other’s face, felt him weakly swallow around him, and finally let him breathe.

He let the other cough and gasp for only a minute before scooping him up. Wretched, beautiful man still tried weakly to fight back. Nine laid him on the sofa and gently held him down with body weight, stroking and kissing his skin. “Yes, my ‘kinks’ are extreme. My fantasies are beyond the scope of rationality. I understand, however, this isn’t completely abnormal behavior.”

Gavin coughed, croaked out, “Yeah, for a serial killer.” He wasn’t relaxed, but the strangely aggressive aftercare was working a calming magic. “I don’t consent to dying or irreparable maiming, Nines. Not now, not ever. And if that’s what you want,” he hesitated only a second, “I don’t ever wanna see you, again, understand me?”

”Irrational human,” Nines huffed, took a moment to suckle a dark bruise into Gavin’s collarbone. “What possessed you to think I’d ever let you out of my grasp? Even to death’s?”

A blatantly horny shiver traveled up Gavin’s spine as his neglected chub sprang to life. The receiving end of the android’s possessiveness was addictive like nothing else.

Nine licked a stripe up to Gavin’s ear and growled a pure threat. “You belong to **me.** No harm will come to what is **mine** to **keep**.” Gavin’s chest heaved with lust, and Nine graciously palmed his erection, speaking against his lips, low and dark and dangerous. “Whatever made you afraid of me, it’s for the wrong reason. I **love** you, Gavin. And I will not harm you in any way that jeopardizes that.”

Gavin capitulated beautifully, kissing him deeply and thrusting into his hand. “Fuck, promise me that and I’ll always be your’s.”

Nines pulled back and pinned him to the glass with ice blue. “I swear it, always.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> And then they had commitment-sex for days, the end.
> 
> Also, Gavin what the fuck did you agree to.


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